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Sally took the blueberry, eating it quickly. Azazel kept his eyes trained on her every move, watching for any signs from the bird.
He spoke quietly. “Moonlight. I like that name.” Azazel seemed to smile slightly, although it could have just been the shadows playing tricks on the ghoul.
“She likes you. The bird.” Azazel glanced at Moonlight before focusing back up on Sally. He straightened his posture and lifted his chin, his eyes narrowing on Moonlight. However, he seemed more like he was studying the ghoul rather than staring with ill intent.
A ghoul stared intently at a raven perched on the branch of a greying, dead tree. The ghoul was skinny and long. He looked quite tall, but in practice he was only a hundred and seventy five centimetres or so in height.
He tilted his masked head in curiosity, not noticing the human a few metres behind him. The ghoul pulled a small bag of ripe blueberries from his pocket and poured some into his silver palm.
Slowly, he extended his bony arm to offer the fruit to the raven.
- @ask-moonlight-ghoul
Azazel watched Moonlight, completely silent. He gripped the side of his coat tightly with his hands. His green eyes were seeing red, and he hadn’t even spoken to this ghoul.
The bird eyed Moonlight curiously, looking down at him before spreading her wings and flying over. It looked like she was going to land on Moonlight’s hand, but she swept past him and landed on Azazel’s shoulder.
Azazel took a deep breath to recollect himself. Clearly, he was very protective of his bird. He adjusted his coat and combed back his hair with his fingers, trying to seem less like he was upset and more like he was curious.
“Hello… there…” Azazel took a step forward, reaching a hand out to shake. He seemed friendly, but anyone could see that malice was behind his eyes. “It seems you’ve already met my bird.”
Sally chirped. She eyed Moonlight again, watching his movements closely. She wasn’t tensed up, Azazel noted.
“I’m Azazel. Father Azazel.” Azazel spoke slowly, letting each word sink in. “…and you are…?”
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“Curious is an understatement,” Azazel replied quietly, staring at the bird he held. His tone was a lot lighter than before, he seemed less like he wanted to kill Bartholomew and more he just wanted to leave. His eyes flicked back to Bartholomew, his expression going from interested to some kind of annoyance.
“I don’t hate anyone. I choose the people I keep close to me… carefully. It’s not my fault some people choose to make bad decisions.” Azazel focused back on the ground in front of them, his arms folding neatly behind his back. He grunted at Bartholomew’s statements, offering a light chuckle at the last words.
“They don’t scare your… congregation? You just leave ‘em there? And you’re sure they are not spying on you like you do us?” Azazel raised one eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tilting up in amusement. He knew the ghouls and the ministry meant no harm, he just wanted to see how far he could push this man. He was definitely more relaxed than before…
Azazel had been in the garden of the ministry for a while, Bartholomew had taken notice of this. He didn't mind him doing it at all, he just hadn't met the guy at all.
One day, when Bartholomew was free, he traveled to the ministry and went to go meet Azazel for the first time. He only expected the worst from it though, from how the other papas had been.
"Hello, Azazel. I have been meaning to speak with you." He says, clutching his Bible.
@ask-priestbartholomew
Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he heard someone approaching him. He beckoned Sally, his raven, onto his shoulder.
Azazel had been sitting in the grass towards the edge of the garden, feeding his bird as he always did around 4 pm. His hands gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone around now, he never did. It was not around dinner time, when he normally felt up for conversation.
Azazel touched up his hair, taking a deep breath. He had been learning to calm himself down, he knew it was a ‘good skill’ to be self-sufficient enough to interact without being snappy.
When he turned around, he did not expect a priest—one from a different faith, for that matter—to be there, standing at the satanic ministry. Azazel’s eyes flashed an unrecognizable emotion, one of malice, at the man. He grumbled something under his breath before standing up, brushing the dirt off of his coat.
“How do you know my name.” Azazel immediately began with an accusatory question (that sounded like a statement), not bothering to even attempt to be nice to this man. “And why me?” Azazel’s eyes only narrowed more. He somewhat recognized the man, not enough to even pretend to act warm, however. “There are plenty of other people around here you clearly have time to bother…”
Azazel frowned. Maybe he did something wrong. That’d be weird— he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a few days. Or… maybe that was what he did wrong? Nevermind.
Sally eyed Bartholomew calmly, the bird blinking a few times. The bird offset Bartholomew, normally the crows (ravens, not crows, but bartholomew probably does not know that tbh) were very cute, but this one had a haunting look to it.
Bartholomew’s eyes drifted back to Azazel’s cold eyes. What a weird dude.
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“No, I meant that she doesn’t mind you.” Azazel glanced down at Sally, furrowing his brow. “She likes you more than I do, clearly.” Azazel rolled his eyes dismissively. It always felt that way. Azazel always knew to trust what she thought, he knew she was a smart bird.
But that didn’t stop him from disliking Bartholomew. Azazel kept glancing up at Bartholomew every few steps, just to make sure the man didn’t pull anything on him.
“Why did you choose the ministry, anyways? Why couldn’t you just mind your own… holy business? Got a thing for satanic popes?” Azazel smirked, thinking he was funny for that. He just wanted to know everything about this strange man now.
Azazel had been in the garden of the ministry for a while, Bartholomew had taken notice of this. He didn't mind him doing it at all, he just hadn't met the guy at all.
One day, when Bartholomew was free, he traveled to the ministry and went to go meet Azazel for the first time. He only expected the worst from it though, from how the other papas had been.
"Hello, Azazel. I have been meaning to speak with you." He says, clutching his Bible.
@ask-priestbartholomew
Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he heard someone approaching him. He beckoned Sally, his raven, onto his shoulder.
Azazel had been sitting in the grass towards the edge of the garden, feeding his bird as he always did around 4 pm. His hands gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone around now, he never did. It was not around dinner time, when he normally felt up for conversation.
Azazel touched up his hair, taking a deep breath. He had been learning to calm himself down, he knew it was a ‘good skill’ to be self-sufficient enough to interact without being snappy.
When he turned around, he did not expect a priest—one from a different faith, for that matter—to be there, standing at the satanic ministry. Azazel’s eyes flashed an unrecognizable emotion, one of malice, at the man. He grumbled something under his breath before standing up, brushing the dirt off of his coat.
“How do you know my name.” Azazel immediately began with an accusatory question (that sounded like a statement), not bothering to even attempt to be nice to this man. “And why me?” Azazel’s eyes only narrowed more. He somewhat recognized the man, not enough to even pretend to act warm, however. “There are plenty of other people around here you clearly have time to bother…”
Azazel frowned. Maybe he did something wrong. That’d be weird— he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a few days. Or… maybe that was what he did wrong? Nevermind.
Sally eyed Bartholomew calmly, the bird blinking a few times. The bird offset Bartholomew, normally the crows (ravens, not crows, but bartholomew probably does not know that tbh) were very cute, but this one had a haunting look to it.
Bartholomew’s eyes drifted back to Azazel’s cold eyes. What a weird dude.
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*I made him on gacha life 2 because I couldn’t get a grip on what he looks like. While this isn’t 100% accurate to what I thought, this is pretty close. He looks a little older than this though haha.
*He also probably has greyer hair.
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Azazel blinked at the ghoul, utterly confused. He tried to guess his name.
“Sky? Cloud? Star? Moon? Night…” Azazel just sighed. Quiet one, huh? Azazel glanced between Moonlight and Sally, feeling himself relax a little bit. The ghoul didn’t seem like a threat…
Azazel took the bird off of his shoulder, holding her up to his face. She chirped and hopped around on his hand. Azazel glared at Moonlight, who merely stood and watched silently.
“She likes you,” Azazel stated reluctantly. He sighed and reached out his hand, letting the bird fly over to Moonlight. Azazel bit the inside of his lip as he watched her.
He adjusted his coat and turned his head away, pretending to be uninterested. Like he didn’t care about it. But he did, and he always would.
“Do you just… feed birds around here regularly?” Azazel questioned bitterly. He huffed.
A ghoul stared intently at a raven perched on the branch of a greying, dead tree. The ghoul was skinny and long. He looked quite tall, but in practice he was only a hundred and seventy five centimetres or so in height.
He tilted his masked head in curiosity, not noticing the human a few metres behind him. The ghoul pulled a small bag of ripe blueberries from his pocket and poured some into his silver palm.
Slowly, he extended his bony arm to offer the fruit to the raven.
- @ask-moonlight-ghoul
Azazel watched Moonlight, completely silent. He gripped the side of his coat tightly with his hands. His green eyes were seeing red, and he hadn’t even spoken to this ghoul.
The bird eyed Moonlight curiously, looking down at him before spreading her wings and flying over. It looked like she was going to land on Moonlight’s hand, but she swept past him and landed on Azazel’s shoulder.
Azazel took a deep breath to recollect himself. Clearly, he was very protective of his bird. He adjusted his coat and combed back his hair with his fingers, trying to seem less like he was upset and more like he was curious.
“Hello… there…” Azazel took a step forward, reaching a hand out to shake. He seemed friendly, but anyone could see that malice was behind his eyes. “It seems you’ve already met my bird.”
Sally chirped. She eyed Moonlight again, watching his movements closely. She wasn’t tensed up, Azazel noted.
“I’m Azazel. Father Azazel.” Azazel spoke slowly, letting each word sink in. “…and you are…?”
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Azazel sighed. “She does. She recognizes you.” He gave Bartholomew a side eye, folding his own hands behind him to prevent himself from strangling this man. “I’m guessing you’ve been around here often, if she knows you that well.”
Bartholomew could have sworn the bird was smirking at him. Of course, birds couldn’t really express emotions very clearly through just their faces, but the bird just had to be smirking at him…
“So you come around here a lot. You have ghouls? The ministry trusts you?” Azazel really didn’t think like this, he jusr found it amusing to poke fun at the gullible man. The other priests were always the ones that were easily offended, he’d realized. “Well, I suppose I’d trust some random man off of the street more than I’d trust the ministry itself.”
Azazel had been in the garden of the ministry for a while, Bartholomew had taken notice of this. He didn't mind him doing it at all, he just hadn't met the guy at all.
One day, when Bartholomew was free, he traveled to the ministry and went to go meet Azazel for the first time. He only expected the worst from it though, from how the other papas had been.
"Hello, Azazel. I have been meaning to speak with you." He says, clutching his Bible.
@ask-priestbartholomew
Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he heard someone approaching him. He beckoned Sally, his raven, onto his shoulder.
Azazel had been sitting in the grass towards the edge of the garden, feeding his bird as he always did around 4 pm. His hands gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone around now, he never did. It was not around dinner time, when he normally felt up for conversation.
Azazel touched up his hair, taking a deep breath. He had been learning to calm himself down, he knew it was a ‘good skill’ to be self-sufficient enough to interact without being snappy.
When he turned around, he did not expect a priest—one from a different faith, for that matter—to be there, standing at the satanic ministry. Azazel’s eyes flashed an unrecognizable emotion, one of malice, at the man. He grumbled something under his breath before standing up, brushing the dirt off of his coat.
“How do you know my name.” Azazel immediately began with an accusatory question (that sounded like a statement), not bothering to even attempt to be nice to this man. “And why me?” Azazel’s eyes only narrowed more. He somewhat recognized the man, not enough to even pretend to act warm, however. “There are plenty of other people around here you clearly have time to bother…”
Azazel frowned. Maybe he did something wrong. That’d be weird— he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a few days. Or… maybe that was what he did wrong? Nevermind.
Sally eyed Bartholomew calmly, the bird blinking a few times. The bird offset Bartholomew, normally the crows (ravens, not crows, but bartholomew probably does not know that tbh) were very cute, but this one had a haunting look to it.
Bartholomew’s eyes drifted back to Azazel’s cold eyes. What a weird dude.
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A ghoul stared intently at a raven perched on the branch of a greying, dead tree. The ghoul was skinny and long. He looked quite tall, but in practice he was only a hundred and seventy five centimetres or so in height.
He tilted his masked head in curiosity, not noticing the human a few metres behind him. The ghoul pulled a small bag of ripe blueberries from his pocket and poured some into his silver palm.
Slowly, he extended his bony arm to offer the fruit to the raven.
- @ask-moonlight-ghoul
Azazel watched Moonlight, completely silent. He gripped the side of his coat tightly with his hands. His green eyes were seeing red, and he hadn’t even spoken to this ghoul.
The bird eyed Moonlight curiously, looking down at him before spreading her wings and flying over. It looked like she was going to land on Moonlight’s hand, but she swept past him and landed on Azazel’s shoulder.
Azazel took a deep breath to recollect himself. Clearly, he was very protective of his bird. He adjusted his coat and combed back his hair with his fingers, trying to seem less like he was upset and more like he was curious.
“Hello… there…” Azazel took a step forward, reaching a hand out to shake. He seemed friendly, but anyone could see that malice was behind his eyes. “It seems you’ve already met my bird.”
Sally chirped. She eyed Moonlight again, watching his movements closely. She wasn’t tensed up, Azazel noted.
“I’m Azazel. Father Azazel.” Azazel spoke slowly, letting each word sink in. “…and you are…?”
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Chocolate is superior to any kind of food, and you deserve to die if you disagree.
#ask father azazel#father azazel#ghost roleplay#rp blog#ghost bc rp#ghost band oc#ghost oc#ghost band
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Azazel walked along the edge of the garden, letting his bird hop alongside them. He didn’t even glance at Bartholomew, just trusting he was there.
After what felt like a minute of silent walking, Azazel finally spoke.
“So, where are you from. It is clear to me that you are not from.. around here..” Azazel eyed Bartholomew carefully, taking quiet notes about his appearance. The bible tucked under his shoulder set off something in Azazel’s brain.
“Here to spread the gospel? You’re allowed to?” Azazel cracked a smile and chuckled lightly. The first sign of an emotion that was not hostile this evening.
“Very brave of you. Do you come around here often? Or just to disturb the residents?” Azazel was joking, even Bartholomew knew that, but it sent a twinge of annoyance down the priest’s spine anyways.
Azazel held his hand out and let the raven fly up to his shoulder to perch there, as she was beginning to feel tired. The bird eyed Bartholomew again. So then Azazel did as well. It was like they had a shared brain. To be honest, Bartholomew would not have been surprised if they did. Azazel seemed like the kind of guy to be part bird…
Azazel had been in the garden of the ministry for a while, Bartholomew had taken notice of this. He didn't mind him doing it at all, he just hadn't met the guy at all.
One day, when Bartholomew was free, he traveled to the ministry and went to go meet Azazel for the first time. He only expected the worst from it though, from how the other papas had been.
"Hello, Azazel. I have been meaning to speak with you." He says, clutching his Bible.
@ask-priestbartholomew
Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he heard someone approaching him. He beckoned Sally, his raven, onto his shoulder.
Azazel had been sitting in the grass towards the edge of the garden, feeding his bird as he always did around 4 pm. His hands gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone around now, he never did. It was not around dinner time, when he normally felt up for conversation.
Azazel touched up his hair, taking a deep breath. He had been learning to calm himself down, he knew it was a ‘good skill’ to be self-sufficient enough to interact without being snappy.
When he turned around, he did not expect a priest—one from a different faith, for that matter—to be there, standing at the satanic ministry. Azazel’s eyes flashed an unrecognizable emotion, one of malice, at the man. He grumbled something under his breath before standing up, brushing the dirt off of his coat.
“How do you know my name.” Azazel immediately began with an accusatory question (that sounded like a statement), not bothering to even attempt to be nice to this man. “And why me?” Azazel’s eyes only narrowed more. He somewhat recognized the man, not enough to even pretend to act warm, however. “There are plenty of other people around here you clearly have time to bother…”
Azazel frowned. Maybe he did something wrong. That’d be weird— he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a few days. Or… maybe that was what he did wrong? Nevermind.
Sally eyed Bartholomew calmly, the bird blinking a few times. The bird offset Bartholomew, normally the crows (ravens, not crows, but bartholomew probably does not know that tbh) were very cute, but this one had a haunting look to it.
Bartholomew’s eyes drifted back to Azazel’s cold eyes. What a weird dude.
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Azazel’s eyes seemed to soften for a second.
But just for a second.
He sighed and brushed his hair back again, a nervous habit. He tried to hold eye contact, and he tried to stand firm. Still. But he shifted his weight, he fiddled with the side of his coat, and his eyes went to the floor.
Clearly the guy just wanted to know Azazel, but Azazel thought that was stupid, so he just shrugged.
“Is God’s will too powerful for you?” the man scoffed, “not even afraid of being awkward? It’s all for the ‘big man upstairs’?” Azazel finished off with air quotes.
“There’s more you want from more you want from me,” Azazel stated, turning around, “but I won’t pry. After all, a respectful man does not pry.”
“Is that all?” Azazel pulled Sally off of his shoulder, letting her sit on his hand. He pet the top of her head, listening to see if Bartholomew had anything else to say. A breeze blew past them and Sally cawed, still eyeing the catholic priest behind Azazel.
Azazel blinked and gave Bartholomew a quick side eye.
“You. Walk with me. I’d like to speak with you.”
Azazel beckoned Bartholomew over closer to him, turning to walk around the gardens. He expected the priest to follow him, after all, Bartholomew was not here for anyone else.
Azazel had been in the garden of the ministry for a while, Bartholomew had taken notice of this. He didn't mind him doing it at all, he just hadn't met the guy at all.
One day, when Bartholomew was free, he traveled to the ministry and went to go meet Azazel for the first time. He only expected the worst from it though, from how the other papas had been.
"Hello, Azazel. I have been meaning to speak with you." He says, clutching his Bible.
@ask-priestbartholomew
Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he heard someone approaching him. He beckoned Sally, his raven, onto his shoulder.
Azazel had been sitting in the grass towards the edge of the garden, feeding his bird as he always did around 4 pm. His hands gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone around now, he never did. It was not around dinner time, when he normally felt up for conversation.
Azazel touched up his hair, taking a deep breath. He had been learning to calm himself down, he knew it was a ‘good skill’ to be self-sufficient enough to interact without being snappy.
When he turned around, he did not expect a priest—one from a different faith, for that matter—to be there, standing at the satanic ministry. Azazel’s eyes flashed an unrecognizable emotion, one of malice, at the man. He grumbled something under his breath before standing up, brushing the dirt off of his coat.
“How do you know my name.” Azazel immediately began with an accusatory question (that sounded like a statement), not bothering to even attempt to be nice to this man. “And why me?” Azazel’s eyes only narrowed more. He somewhat recognized the man, not enough to even pretend to act warm, however. “There are plenty of other people around here you clearly have time to bother…”
Azazel frowned. Maybe he did something wrong. That’d be weird— he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a few days. Or… maybe that was what he did wrong? Nevermind.
Sally eyed Bartholomew calmly, the bird blinking a few times. The bird offset Bartholomew, normally the crows (ravens, not crows, but bartholomew probably does not know that tbh) were very cute, but this one had a haunting look to it.
Bartholomew’s eyes drifted back to Azazel’s cold eyes. What a weird dude.
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Azazel had been in the garden of the ministry for a while, Bartholomew had taken notice of this. He didn't mind him doing it at all, he just hadn't met the guy at all.
One day, when Bartholomew was free, he traveled to the ministry and went to go meet Azazel for the first time. He only expected the worst from it though, from how the other papas had been.
"Hello, Azazel. I have been meaning to speak with you." He says, clutching his Bible.
@ask-priestbartholomew
Azazel’s eyes narrowed as he heard someone approaching him. He beckoned Sally, his raven, onto his shoulder.
Azazel had been sitting in the grass towards the edge of the garden, feeding his bird as he always did around 4 pm. His hands gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone around now, he never did. It was not around dinner time, when he normally felt up for conversation.
Azazel touched up his hair, taking a deep breath. He had been learning to calm himself down, he knew it was a ‘good skill’ to be self-sufficient enough to interact without being snappy.
When he turned around, he did not expect a priest—one from a different faith, for that matter—to be there, standing at the satanic ministry. Azazel’s eyes flashed an unrecognizable emotion, one of malice, at the man. He grumbled something under his breath before standing up, brushing the dirt off of his coat.
“How do you know my name.” Azazel immediately began with an accusatory question (that sounded like a statement), not bothering to even attempt to be nice to this man. “And why me?” Azazel’s eyes only narrowed more. He somewhat recognized the man, not enough to even pretend to act warm, however. “There are plenty of other people around here you clearly have time to bother…”
Azazel frowned. Maybe he did something wrong. That’d be weird— he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a few days. Or… maybe that was what he did wrong? Nevermind.
Sally eyed Bartholomew calmly, the bird blinking a few times. The bird offset Bartholomew, normally the crows (ravens, not crows, but bartholomew probably does not know that tbh) were very cute, but this one had a haunting look to it.
Bartholomew’s eyes drifted back to Azazel’s cold eyes. What a weird dude.
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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃
Azazel grew up in the American foster care system. He doesn’t care to share how he ended up there, but he did. And he made it work.
He went through many families, some of them places he considered ‘home’ and some of them places he wishes to erase from his memory.
Eventually he found his way into the ministry. He was about 17 when he was brought into his adoptive parents’ house, and they eventually let him (years later) leave their house and move to Sweden/into The Ministry years later. He does not keep in contact with them, however he does miss them from time to time.
Azazel is trans. He does not bring it up, but he isn’t shy about the topic. He changed his name soon after joining the ministry, and started transitioning years later. He used to go by Collin before Azazel was a thing, you can piss him off by calling him that(/hj)
He became a satanic priest at about age 30, which is when the name Azazel really stuck and people kind of forgot who he was before.
He has a pet raven named Sally that he met when he first joined the ministry. He fed her and bonded with her until she eventually would not leave him. She goes out to hunt, but now spends most of her time with him.
*I do not have experience with the foster care system, and I am not transgender. While I may not be 100% accurate to the experiences and mental aspects of these, I have done research and will try my best to portray them with the upmost respect.
*This will be updated more and more as I begin to flesh out his character.
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Can I try rizzing you up?
- @br0th3r-j3ster
Rizzing me… what?
…Try getting back to work, kid.
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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
Azazel is 41 years old and he tries to look his age. He has a beard that he attempts to grow out and he is very insecure about it. He doesn’t want to seem immature, he always wants to look older and wiser.
Because he wants to be more mature than those around him, he is very cold and will talk in as few words as possible. He is mean, and pretends not to care.
He may pretend to be all big and tough, however he actually does care a lot. He wouldn’t ever hurt anything physically.
If he sees anyone else hurting someone he likes physically or emotionally, he’ll be after them. He can pick on whoever he wants, but if anyone else does then he has a problem with them.
He loves animals. He spends a lot of time either in the library or in the forest, just taking peaceful walks.
He cares a lot about his priestly duties as well, he prays a lot in his room and always makes sure those around him are worshipping the dark lord. He enjoys running weekly masses in The Ministry’s chapels.
Physically, he has a bigger build. He has an endomorph body type, however pretty muscular since he does a lot of work taking care of himself. (Working out and whatnot.)
Basically, he’s a silver fox man. His hair is similar to Copia’s color, a nice brown beginning to turn grey. He tries to look nice because he likes the compliments (who doesn’t?) but is not interested in anyone romantically.
He wears his clerical clothes, but also a trench coat over it to appear more ‘mysterious’. He has curly hair that he often slicks back. His eyes are green and almost always narrowed, RBF is a comment he gets a lot. And he does not mind, he prefers to look unapproachable.
Azazel is an ISTJ-T. He spends a lot of time working and mostly keeps to himself. He is judgemental to others and assumes things based on first impressions. He cannot communicate his emotions/thoughts well either, he is not good at ‘empathy’, he doesn’t really feel that bad for others, and he is not good at ‘affection’/mostly shows love for others through actions like giving them gifts and such. However he can sometimes be very straightforward and say exactly what he is thinking, which leads to some rude/inappropriate comments.
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𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
You can call me ‘M’ or ‘Mod’, I don’t mind either.
-Basic DNI list. No homophobes, transphobes, racists, trumpies, pro-lifers, proshippers, any of that. If I see that on your account, that is an immediate block.
-Minors, please do not interact with any NSFW posts on this account. While I doubt there will be many, there still could be some and it is uncomfortable to see that.
-My character is aromantic, that comes with boundaries of it’s own. Please do not make him uncomfortable and try to force your characters to be in love with him, unless we have planned/set up a storyline or you are ready to be rejected and stomped on by him. He is not asexual. Do with that information what you wish.
-Please do not DM me out of the blue unless it is to ask a question about my character/boundaries, or to propose an RP idea. I will not always be up for a chat, and I do not want to come off as rude to some people.
-I am open to all kinds of RP with any kind of character. Oc/canon, multifandom, crossover— I’m okay with anything, however if you want to do a multifandom RP, beware that I am not involved with many fandoms and may not know your character/universe well.
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𝐌𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
You can call me ‘M’ or ‘Mod’, I do not mind either.
I do not care what pronouns you use for me, however I don’t tend to enjoy anything gender neutral (they/them). Although I don’t really care if you mess up or whatever. Most people just use he/him
I don’t have much to say, but I am over the age of 18. I live in PST time zone, and I am a busy person so there can be delays between RP responses/ask answers. I also go through burnout quite easily, so please be patient.
I just decided to make an ask blog for one of my OCs, I think he deserves a little spot up here to show the world. He is still being fleshed out, however, so there will be some inconsistencies.
I apologize if I don’t reply to DMs often, I am not a talkative person. Especially to people I don’t know very well. I can come off as rude, I promise I am not trying to be.
I hope you all enjoy Azazel as much as I do. <3
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• 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋 • 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍 •
“I’m Azazel (41m), a priest here at The Ministry. Mind your own business, and I won’t bother you.”
𝐐&𝐀
“How are you feeling today?”
“Fine.”
“Do you enjoy living in The Ministry?”
“Sometimes.”
“Why did you decide to become a priest?”
“…”
“Did you choose to live here?”
“Fuck off.”
“Well… how is your pet crow doing?”
“Fuck off. She’s a raven.”
“Thank you for letting me interview you. Anything else to say?”
“Fuck you.”
Description | Background | Mod Info | Boundaries
*This blog is still a WIP. Azazel’s personality may change/vary.
*Mod is above the age of 18. Minors are allowed to interact, however some NSFW topics may come up. Minors please do not interact with anything NSFW.
Dividers credits: @/saradika-graphics
#father-azazel#ask father azazel#ghost bc#ghost bc rp#rp blog#ghost roleplay#ghost band#ghost band oc#ghost oc
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